Binding Chains of Life

Sorry guys but this isn't a full story, just something that I feel like writing about. Who knows, I could incorporate this into a full story.. but that's unlikely.

The small, dank room was cramped. Celest could smell mold and could only imagine what the room actually looked like in the complete light. Only a small, dim lamp swung above her head barely illuminating the boringly square room. Shadows danced on the walls as if mocking her very existence.

She could feel the cold of the concrete beneath her, seeping slowly into her legs that were folded underneath her. She had tried to stand, what felt like days ago, to find that her legs didn't cooperate with her brain. Her old life seemed so far away. She'd last held a sword was years ago.

She felt as if she were a china doll, the smallest bump could send her shattering into a million of the smallest pieces.

A squealing noise interrupted Celest's thoughts. A voice rumbled from the doorway as she tipped over to the floor, the noise to much for her to take all at once. Her chains pulling her arms to an awkward position behind her back. She gripped the links in her palm readying herself to move when the time came.

"She's spent two days in lock up and she's already feeling the effects of isolation. I thought she would be harder to break than that."

Another voice, which she assumed was the man that captured her spoke, "Patience, I don't think she's quite so broken. She is, after all, the Black Soul."

Whoever these people were, they had done their homework. She wasn't dealing with her normal fights with street men. These guys were professionals. They would try to break her spirit, before they broke her sword.

Celest heard footsteps into her small room, she closed her eyes and reached out with her senses, stretching them. The first man's steps were heavy, untrained. she knew he was only a few paces from where she laid. The other man was light, he was cautious as to where he stepped. He was probably an assassin, and he stood in the doorway still.

A harsh kick to Celest's side made her open her eyes and look up into the light. She felt some warm liquid crawl up her throat and trail, slightly from her mouth. She was right about one man, he was large, not only in size but in muscle too.

Celest's mind probed the edges of his mind, a little trick she'd learned on the job.

Celest's thoughts went numb when her probe gently brushed his consciousness. She could have cursed if her entire body hadn't frozen up, this included her jaw. He was protected. There would be no messing with his mind, no way.

The big man took some of her hand chains and pulled her upright, causing her head to loll around her neck. Her arms, again, were pulled into a position they weren't supposed to reach, she hung simply in front of him. Both feet clear off of the floor. The nasty look in his eyes was way to creepy to handle so Celest bowed her head as if she'd been defeated.

"You disgust me," he said before dropping her to the floor. A sickening crack when through he knee and the pain started. She whimpered slightly and curled up on the floor. A cloth object was thrown onto the floor beside her. She rose her head and looked at it, it was a tank top and shorts. She pulled off the grimy shirt she had been wearing and pulled on the wife beater tank, then, still remaining on the floor, she put on the shorts.

"When I come back, we will have some real fun." The big man snarled and walked out of Celest's room slamming the door behind him.

True enough to his word, the big man came back. This time he was alone. Fear rose slightly in Celest's stomach as he took out a small leather strip. I put it between his teeth then wondered into a dark corner. She could no longer see him, there were some clicks then a buzzing sound. Celest felt less and less weight on her legs as she was propelled into the air.

Celest hung in the air by her hands when the buzzing stepped and the mountain man stepped out of the shadows.

"Let the real party begin," he smiled, but there was nothing smile-like in it. He planned to do bad things to her, she could practically hear the thought in his head.

Mountain Man came close to lay his forehead in the crook of her neck. the leather string still in his mouth.